i miss her like ‘weight’….. i dunno why.. there is just something that ‘tickles’ inside… that makes me go… “what the fuck am i doing???”….. and then i consider the consequences and come up with nothing but a big pit of indecision. she seems so kool.. when i am disconnected…. she seems so perfect and wonderful….. but what happens when it becomes routine again… what happens when i am bored…. i want her to be kool,….. fun…. spontaneous…. fun…. and of course…. wonderful… she needs that unique id.. that makes her so different… so whatever… she needs to be with me… we need the risk… and the good times….. we need the excitement that will make this bond so real… and that it becomes surreal….